#MorbidFascination
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seizethedarkness · 4 years ago
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“The human being cannot live in a condition of emptiness for very long: if he is not growing toward something, he does not merely stagnate; the pent-up potentialities turn into morbidity and despair, and eventually into destructive activities.”
-Rollo May
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kaseyhillauthor · 7 years ago
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It's live!!! Tattered Wings Series by K.H. Soul on Fire Poetic Series Vol 1 #morbidfascination Its a morbid fascination of mine Yearning to be free Begging to stay caged Enslaved The mind is beautiful But also a twisted cruel and torturous device That leaves one reaching for love Craving it Starving Knowing its unrequited And chooses to remain shackled To the melancholy The woes The numbing satisfaction Well numb isn't the word Its a peaceful floating As if one is suspended in death Because if you can't feel pain You can't feel your heart shattering Into a tiny million pieces Every person experiences an ethereal sojourn that changes their perception on the grand scheme of life. They awaken to a different experience shadowed from the previous day. Some awaken to happiness, contentment, and absolute paradise while others awaken to tragedy, despair, and a sense of hopelessness that cannot be shaken. Tattered Wings is an epitamy of one poet's journey starting with heart break and devastation that left her shatterred, in pieces, yearning for reprieve, and baring her soul sprawled out on the floor. You can see the poet as she struggles to overcome the daily challenges life has presented to her and begging the almighty for a reprieve. A darkness shrouds her and she feels the inky black abode breathing down her neck as she pushes forward, somedays barely being able to drag herself from the abyss she dips her toes in. She whileaways the sunrises taking for granted the brush strokes of joy and love that temper her dark canvas while the following sunsets leave her feeling desolate and forlorn for taking such immeasurable grace without appreciating it. Follow this woman as she shows us her dark pilgrimage in this beautifully crafted poetic series that paints a canvas using the inky darkness of her soul as her light is trying to break free to set her soul alight. Kindle US $2.99--> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07B29CGPH #qotd #quoteoftheday #quotes #writer #writing #poet #poetry #poem #author #kaseyhillauthor #theeclecticquill #soulonfire #tatteredwings #angelsonthemoon #dreamsofabrokensoul #tiptoethroughthetulips #bittersweetsymphony #stillclimbingmountains #de
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rileybug5689 · 7 years ago
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Stopped in Alabama for lunch and to check out an antique shop. Found this gem in a stack old photos. Im in love! Its a voctorian post mortem post card!!! Only 25 cents!! ❤❤ #postmortem #postmortempostcard #momentomori #morbidfascination (at Eufaula, Alabama)
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trnstlanticism · 7 years ago
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Do you mean everybody tell you tea/coffee preferences or mutuals? BECAUSE I WANNA TALK ABOUT DELICIOUS FLUIDS!
NO ANYONE CAN SEND ME THEM!! PLEASE I’M SO CURIOUS
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broadcastemotion · 7 years ago
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Charles Manson died. Vincent Bugliosi prosecuted him. He’s also dead. This book is pretty great. I found this old paperback at thrift shop in Bloomsburg, PA about fifteen years ago. Tarantino’s new movie about 1969 just got picked up by Sony Pictures and will partially be about the Manson murders. Go watch some Manson interviews and parole hearings. They’re absolutely INSANE. Because you know...HE WAS. . . . #thisisnotatribute #justanacknowledgment #charlesmanson #vincentbugliosi #1969 #1969okallacrosstheusa #serialkiller #serialkillers #morbidfascination
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pumpkinlattespice · 10 years ago
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The Lake
In spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide world a spot The which I could not love the less- So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bound, And the tall pines that towered around. But when the Night had thrown her pall Upon that spot, as upon all, And the mystic wind went by Murmuring in melody- Then-ah then I would awake To the terror of the lone lake. Yet that terror was not fright, But a tremulous delight- A feeling not the jewelled mine Could teach or bribe me to define- Nor Love-although the Love were thine. Death was in that poisonous wave, And in its gulf a fitting grave For him who thence could solace bring To his lone imagining- Whose solitary soul could make An Eden of that dim lake.
-Edgar Allan Poe
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kaseyhillauthor · 7 years ago
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It's live!!! Tattered Wings Series by K.H. Soul on Fire Poetic Series Vol 1 #morbidfascination Its a morbid fascination of mine Yearning to be free Begging to stay caged Enslaved The mind is beautiful But also a twisted cruel and torturous device That leaves one reaching for love Craving it Starving Knowing its unrequited And chooses to remain shackled To the melancholy The woes The numbing satisfaction Well numb isn't the word Its a peaceful floating As if one is suspended in death Because if you can't feel pain You can't feel your heart shattering Into a tiny million pieces Every person experiences an ethereal sojourn that changes their perception on the grand scheme of life. They awaken to a different experience shadowed from the previous day. Some awaken to happiness, contentment, and absolute paradise while others awaken to tragedy, despair, and a sense of hopelessness that cannot be shaken. Tattered Wings is an epitamy of one poet's journey starting with heart break and devastation that left her shatterred, in pieces, yearning for reprieve, and baring her soul sprawled out on the floor. You can see the poet as she struggles to overcome the daily challenges life has presented to her and begging the almighty for a reprieve. A darkness shrouds her and she feels the inky black abode breathing down her neck as she pushes forward, somedays barely being able to drag herself from the abyss she dips her toes in. She whileaways the sunrises taking for granted the brush strokes of joy and love that temper her dark canvas while the following sunsets leave her feeling desolate and forlorn for taking such immeasurable grace without appreciating it. Follow this woman as she shows us her dark pilgrimage in this beautifully crafted poetic series that paints a canvas using the inky darkness of her soul as her light is trying to break free to set her soul alight. Kindle US $2.99--> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07B29CGPH #qotd #quoteoftheday #quotes #writer #writing #poet #poetry #poem #author #kaseyhillauthor #theeclecticquill #soulonfire #tatteredwings #angelsonthemoon #dreamsofabrokensoul #tiptoethroughthetulips #bittersweetsymphony #stillclimbingmountains #de
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